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Told niggas square up like the logo that's for Norte Dame
And I never bled
Fuck all these rappers talkin' but won't battle for bread
Niggas shook when

in me big fly with it believe me I push a line nigga by design I'm in it believe me I own it it's my life that's all that I need as a motive to keep it

overcame
All white, fed, colored like cocaine
We're all red, shoo-woo to the blood gang

Trigger won't hesitate to let that gun bang
It's a damn shame if you

till he bled
We're either taken by the streets or we're taken by the feds
So when I go and meet the lord, I pray you bury me in red
Listen Up
Listen up

took too many loses but the cross is sufficient
To convert them all in to sources of hope
I got washed by the soap
That's the blood of Jesus Christ that

Shadows on the Sun

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

to the street
And spread a thick layer of blood, sweat and tears on the beats
My brain rest upon the hip-hop lexicon
That I acquired in the decade of work that

learn what it take to build a band
You gonna learn real soon who really your friends
Brick by brick I'm in the masonry empire shit
Hard to see

The Harvest

Boondox

The Harvest

2006

at that main highway
I guessed i murdered them all when im possesed by the blade
So they lockin my up for life and now im gone
And the only thing on my

back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for

Woohoo deals
That's choppers real butchers with knives of steel
I just, came in, to plan my next meal
Who woulda thought, my letter'd sealed
By the letter,

what Jesus God said
Did you forget get why the Son of Man Christ bled
Did you forget the love he was tryna spread
Did you forget that all come from

John Wick, you got a body shot like Ryan
I'ma talk that real shit, fuck some punchlines
Tryna move up out the air, but everybody keep on dying
I'm from

Fear of detention, that kid both in tandem
I couldn't stand him
I bled his nose, put his ass on the bench
In the fourth grade, I broke quite a few shins

The Warriors

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's

the motherfucking police I screamed as if I pumped that same NWA tape
Raped by your message of hate I was already shattered walked the streets tattered
Battered but

That can feel some empathy
Sympathy's nothing whenever
My choppa sing

Blade in the night
Imma have to take a life
Feel the blood rushing out
I'm so

really ain't his friends
These niggas my blood, these niggas my kin
It's me and da men vs the world till da end
Till the end we making that sin
Throw a few

'Cause if you knew all the things that I've been through
Ugh, they had to cut me open to get you
Did you know that?
I bled and bled
They pulled your

the streets, everybody know i kill these beats
Yeah brotha died, he was real fly, know he in da sky
I miss him every day that goes by
Keep my head up, gotta get

covered by the blood
They can’t touch me if they wanted covered by the blood
I drop this shit after the tape
I drop this shit after the tape yeah
Show me

the streets bleeding
And like a shark he go, he smelling blood
He needs it
It's real shit when yo check gone real quick
That shit make my niggas in the street

wars
I done broke so many hearts

And that's for real man ya' know
I don't care about leaving my kids all no bunch of money man
That don't mean nothing

I'm talkin' bands, kilos, pounds
So you know I'ma stand my ground 

[Verse 2]
Say mane I go by YB Curtis, and you know them bitches lurkin'
cnd I don't

move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by